Chapter 216: His Turn (M)

Every time Riley’s head tipped back and that slender neck of his came into view, Kael had to fight the primal urge to lean in and claim. To press his mouth to that warm, inviting skin. To drag his tongue along the curve of his throat and leave behind proof of possession.

He wanted to be the reason Riley’s breath kept catching like that.

He wanted to be the beginning and end of every trembling moan slipping past those parted lips.

Was this what they meant by mating for pleasure?

Because the feeling blooming in his chest was not about when and where to plant his seed. Or about searching for a particular scent to trigger arousal.

It was something else. And he didn’t think he even needed his other senses to tell him how aroused he already was.

Kael tried to take everything in, but he didn’t know where to focus.

Should he keep watching the way Riley’s fingers moved against his chest, delicate fingers brushing over those sensitive peaks, teasing now with more urgency, pinching and thumbing his nipples harder and faster until they were throbbing and red.

The flesh looked all swollen and inviting as everything around it turned a shade of pink. He rolled them between his fingertips, gasping when he tugged, his chest lifting into the sensation.

“Aah… Kael…”

The breathy sound of his name made Kael inhale sharply, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

He was transfixed.

And yet maybe he should also be watching the way Riley’s lower abdomen dipped, contracting with every twitch of his body. The motion was small, involuntary, but it made the dragon’s blood rush. Every time Riley gasped, his stomach fluttered, and that thin line of muscle drew Kael’s gaze downward.

But then… There was the friction.

The way Riley’s hips shifted ever so slightly, dragging himself forward with the most subtle grind against Kael’s thighs. It was restless. Desperate. His pants were already tenting, a strain that left nothing to the imagination. The golden dragon could feel the pressure through every slight roll of those hips, and the heat nearly drove him mad.

And yet… if Kael looked anywhere else, he would miss Riley’s face.

And that would be worse.

Because that face—eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, mouth trembling—was saying everything.

It was telling him not to look.

But it was also begging him to touch.

Kael’s breath came slower, heavier, just to stay still.

And he was right.

Because Riley, who had never imagined himself doing something like this in his life, was caught in the middle of being completely scandalized and undeniably aroused.

His body trembled in ways he hadn’t thought possible, but somehow he still kept moving. Still kept performing. His fingers didn’t falter as they slid across his chest again, teasing a long moan from his lips that he barely managed to catch with a soft whimper.

“Haah… I…”

He didn’t finish the sentence.

Didn’t need to.

Because right now, Riley didn’t just feel like he was losing his mind—he felt like he might need to change names after this.

But at the same time, there was a strange and overwhelming satisfaction in knowing he could do this for his dragon.

Riley was no saint. If anything, he just happened to be busy.

So while he hadn’t done something like this with another person, it wasn’t as if he was unfamiliar with his own body.

And yet this was different.

So different.

Because right now, it didn’t feel like he was touching himself to find release.

It felt like he wanted to touch himself… for Kael.

Ah.

Yes.

This was all for Kael.

The realization seemed to settle in Riley’s chest like heat. Something sharp and sweet at the same time. He looked down at himself, at the flush blooming across his skin, and then up at the dragon still seated beneath him.

His breaths were shaky. His lashes fluttered. And then, as if coming to a decision, the likely insane mortal tilted his head slightly to the side. His eyes met Kael’s with a look that was soft and bold all at once.

“Your turn,” he whispered.

His voice cracked faintly, but the words still landed with force.

Riley’s body was trembling. His expression was flustered, cheeks pink and lips parted, and yet his hands reached forward with quiet determination.

“Please touch me,” he said.

Kael could have sworn lightning hit him.

The sound of those words falling from his human’s mouth—pleading and reverent—stilled every breath in his chest. His mind stopped. But his heart didn’t. It thundered wildly in its place.

He hadn’t even moved yet, and still, the golden dragon felt like he was being pulled under.

Then Riley’s hand found his and gently guided it forward.

Kael’s palm met warm skin.

A moan escaped from those sensual lips, and the struggling dragon had to gather self-control as he felt that hot and soft skin against his hand.

He started with that slender waist. Slowly. Carefully. His thumb moved upward first, dragging along the ridge of his abdomen in a firm but tender line, as if memorizing the shape of him by touch alone. His fingers curled slightly, sliding over flushed skin and making Riley shiver with each pass.

When he felt the tremor ripple beneath his hand, the dragon lord exhaled.

His human was so soft. So warm. Almost feverish.

And when Kael’s hand moved up, crawling toward his chest with agonizing patience, Riley gasped.

The sound was light, but it echoed.

Kael looked up at him—

Only to see that beautiful head tipping back the moment those long and deft fingers—guided by the human’s own trembling hand—reached the already sensitive nipples

“Hah—!”

Sensitive. Unbelievably sensitive to the dragon’s touch.

The poor human wasn’t sure why that press almost had him shattering.

It wasn’t even a firm touch. Just a soft press, Kael’s palm following the path Riley laid out. But that alone nearly made the human arch against him.

Then again, sure enough, the dragon lord’s skills and devotion seemed to cross in all aspects of his life as those fingers imitated the way he touched himself.

Just better. So much better.

But more than anything, the apparently possessive human liked that in those slitted golden eyes was only his reflection.

Though, how could such a thing even be up for debate?

After all, how could Kael—whose mind and senses only saw and felt Riley now—focus on anything else but him?

The dragon lord could feel the loud beating of his mortal’s heart, the throbbing, and those inviting nipples. Every time he flicked one, he’d feel extremely compelled to treat the other fairly.

At first, Riley tried guiding Kael’s fingers, but eventually couldn’t continue to guide him because he was drowning in pleasure and arousal.

But Kael wouldn’t even want to have it any other way.

Because he was already engrossed.

Especially after learning just how every movement would elicit sounds he liked to hear from Riley’s mouth.

“Haaah…”

How pinching with his fingers would earn him a yelp of his name.

“Kael…!”

But of all things that got him going was realizing that a good job would be rewarded with another lesson.

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